When the car stopped outside the villa, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Although Wang Zijun wanted to take his time home a little early every day, too many things always made him unable to control himself.

"Zijun, my father called me just now and asked you to come back and call him back." When Wang Zijun just put down the file bag in his hand, Mo Xiaobei walked over gently.

Although his expression was still calm, Wang Zijun saw a hint of worry on Mo Xiaobei's face. This expression made Wang Zijun feel very unbearable. He didn't want to bring work matters to his home, but he just didn't want Mo Xiaobei to worry about him.

Looking at Mo Xiaobei's inquiring gaze, Wang Zijun smiled and hugged Mo Xiaobei: "It's okay."

Although Mo Xiaobei has adapted to the role of deputy director of the library these days, her news is not blocked. Many things can be transmitted to Mo Xiaobei through some unique channels.

"Don't force yourself too much. If you feel too tired, let's not do it. It's good to enjoy life well!" Mo Xiaobei said to Wang Zijun after biting his lip.

In this family, Mo Xiaobei rarely expresses his own opinions, but Wang Zijun has to pay attention to every opinion he expresses. After listening to Mo Xiaobei's words, Wang Zijun knew that this was definitely not just a casual way to tell him, but it should be Mo Xiaobei's real idea.

There is no need to force yourself. Thinking about these six words, Wang Zijun reached out and hugged Mo Xiaobei in his arms and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Mo Xiaobei nodded but said nothing.

Knowing that Mo Xiaobei's behavior was not satisfied with his answer, Wang Zijun hurriedly smiled and coaxed: "Okay, don't be flirting anymore. If I really can't do it, I will step down. My wife has money. From now on, I will be a slutty person."

"If you want to have soft rice, you can go find Sister Hong Jin. The soft rice there is even better!" Mo Xiaobei didn't know what was wrong, so he said coquettishly and turned his head to leave.

Wang Zijun could understand Mo Xiaobei's mood, but he couldn't comfort him, so he had to talk about other things. It wasn't that he was afraid, but he was a little guilty.

How could you not feel about Qin Hongjin's existence according to Mo Xiaobei's ice and snow cleverness? Wang Zijun has always been careful to protect this emotion, neither wanting to hurt Mo Xiaobei nor wanting to hurt Qin Hongjin. In fact, this balance cannot be guaranteed.

"Dad called and said something?" Wang Zijun quickly changed the subject with heartlessness.

Mo Xiaobei's intelligence is not inferior to Wang Zijun. Therefore, seeing Wang Zijun's embarrassment and not wanting to bother about this matter too much, he said with great face: "I didn't say it, but it should be Midong's business."

Wang Zijun nodded. He was about to walk upstairs. After walking two steps, he stopped and asked, "Where is the little baby? Have you been sleeping?"

"I just fell asleep. Please let him sleep well. I've been busy all day today." Mo Xiaobei asked with concern as he spoke: "Do you want tea or coffee?"

Wang Zijun likes tea, but today, hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll have some coffee with you."

When he walked into the study, Wang Zijun did not call his father immediately. Instead, he fell into thinking. At work, Wang Guangrong has always been very disciplined. When calling, he usually talks about things in the family. Things like this that specifically ask him to call back rarely appear.

Although Wang Zijun has not spoken on the phone yet, he already understood the meaning of his father calling. It seems that Midong's regression in economic development this time has attracted great attention.

Thinking of this in his heart, Wang Zijun hesitated for a moment, picked up the phone, quickly dialed out the familiar number, and just rang twice, the phone was connected.

Hearing the voice of it was his son, his mother Zhao Xuehua was a little excited: "Zijun, are you no longer busy? Where are the little baby?"

When Wang Zijun heard this, he felt a little guilty. It seemed that he hadn't called his mother specifically for a long time. He quickly smiled and said, "Mom, I'm pretty good. This little boy is tired of playing and fell asleep early. What are you busy with?"

"What else can I do? As a person who retreats, I will dance with others and play badminton at most." Zhao Xuehua didn't seem to know that Wang Guangrong called Wang Zijun, so when she mentioned her baby grandson on the phone, she was filled with joy.

Wang Zijun smiled and said, "Mom, now people's living standards have improved, but their physical fitness has declined. You have to strengthen your exercise, play badminton and dance with others, which is very good!"

"That's right, I'm now the captain of the Yangko team. By the way, we are also preparing to organize a performance. If you can free up your time, you will take Xiaobei and the baby to see you!" Zhao Xuehua said to the baby and opened her mouth again and said, "Why did I hear that the baby has been working in the fields these two days?"

"It's not about working in the fields, but about labor training organized by the school. It's pretty good." Wang Zijun knew that his mother was one of the people who loved the little ones the most, so he quickly explained.

"Oh, you said my grandson has little arms and legs. Can he bear it? You are the governor. You can't solve these little things for the child? Let's communicate with their school teachers!" Zhao Xuehua was displeased when she heard this.

Wang Zijun really wanted to laugh after hearing his mother's complaints. In Wang Zijun's eyes, his son Xiaobao was chubby, not the little arms and legs in his mother's mouth, but he was unwilling to disobey his mother's wishes. He smiled and responded to this matter. After talking for a while, Wang Zijun then said, "Where is my dad?"

"Your dad is going to the study to read the documents. I'll call him later." Zhao Xuehua put down the phone while speaking.

Soon, Wang Guangrong's calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "Is it Zijun?"

"Dad, it's me. I can't finish my work. When you get home, you can talk to your mother and watch TV." Wang Zijun knew that although his father always looked energetic in front of outsiders, time was unforgivable. Wang Guangrong, who was almost sixty, was really not as good as before.

"Okay, I know!" Wang Guangrong was a little perfunctory about Wang Zijun's advice. He was at a certain age and seemed particularly persistent in some things.

Wang Zijun felt his father's displeasure, so he had to put away these concerns. He smiled and chatted with Wang Guangrong for a few words, and then heard Wang Guangrong say, "Zijun, what's going on with Midong?"

Although Wang Guangrong said something a bit general, Wang Zijun knew very well what his father was asking. He pondered for a moment and told Wang Guangrong about Midong's situation.

Wang Guangrong listened to his son's introduction and felt relieved a lot of his originally hanging heart. But he still felt that his son was a bit reckless in his work. After all, he attaches great importance to economic development now. GDP has almost become an important indicator for measuring a cadre's ability. At the beginning, Wang Zijun's behavior is not only unable to see the achievements, but also gives people a handle.

"Zijun, some leaders have a view on the economic development of Midong, and it has also been reflected by Secretary Lin." Wang Guangrong spoke very slowly, as if there was some deliberate meaning in it.

"Although I didn't say anything about you, the responsibility lies with you. In addition, some departments in charge of the economy also say that you are dragging your feet, otherwise the economic growth throughout the year should be able to reach a higher level."

Wang Zijun didn't say anything. Although Wang Guangrong's words were not very specific, those who could make his father pay so much attention must be a person who must be taken seriously. No wonder his father called himself at this time. Perhaps this call was instructed by Secretary Lin.

"Dad. I think the work I have done in Mitton is not wrong. The economy needs to develop well, but we should organically combine economic development and environmental protection. I have always believed that the two are not contradictory, but can promote each other." Wang Zijun pondered the language for a moment and said firmly.

Wang Guangrong was a university professor. He had a unique view of some things. He also agreed with his son's point of view, but in this situation, it is impossible to solve the problem with these theories alone.

"Well. I'll explain your words to Secretary Lin. You'd better take some time to meet Secretary Lin."

After Wang Guangrong said this, he said softly: "Zijun, although I appreciate your actions in Midong, everything should not be overcorrected. Do you know that the petition department has received a lot of petitions about you now."

"Dad. I'm not afraid of my shadow slanting." Wang Zijun smiled and said to Wang Guangrong in a deep voice.

"Secretary Cen Wugang is a comrade with rich work experience and has always performed well in his work. When you work with him, you must pay attention to learning more about Secretary Cen's advantages, support each other, and do a good job in Midong."

Wang Guangrong changed the subject and brought the topic to Cen Wugang.

Wang Zijun had a thought in his mind. It had been almost two years since he came to Midong. Even if his father asked him to establish a good relationship with Cen Wugang, he should have said it a year ago. What does he mean when he said this to himself now?

Others don’t know, but Wang Zijun himself is very clear. The relationship between him and Cen Wugang has reached a point that is difficult to recover. Although the two people are very harmonious on the surface, this is just the surface. The cracks under the surface have become bigger and bigger.

Just when Wang Zijun wanted to ask, Wang Guangrong had already shifted the topic to the little baby and told Wang Zijun to take the little baby to Beijing for two days when he had time.

After Wang Zijun agreed one by one, the two hung up the phone. Recalling the meaning of his father's phone, Wang Zijun's heart suddenly felt shocked.

A while ago, the saying that Cen Wugang was about to go to the next level. Could it be that what my father said just now meant?

If Cen Wugang can go to a higher level, then his pressure will become greater. Thinking of Cen Wugang's always serious face, Wang Zijun's expression became solemn.

Wen Chengtu looked at the documents in his hand and smiled. Although he was almost fifty years old, this smile still made people look so elegant. From this smile, you can vaguely see the demeanor of many girls who were fascinated by his youth.

With a proud spring breeze, Wen Chengtu almost had many years of ownership of this word. In these years of work, Wen Chengtu was almost the most dazzling one in the work. But after coming to Midong, this dazzling light seemed to suddenly feel a sense of distance from Wen Chengtu.

In Midong, although Wen Chengtu is the deputy secretary of the third-in-command, whether it is his own feelings or in the eyes of others, Wen Chengtu feels that he is just an ordinary member of the Standing Committee. Even as Wang Zijun's authority becomes increasingly powerful, he sometimes feels that he is even worse than Wang Qingming and Kang Zezheng.

Although these two people rank behind him, they seem to have real power than him. Take Wang Qingming as an example. Although as the Minister of Organization, although he has to report to him for major issues, while reporting to him, Cen Wugang had already had an idea.

Therefore, this kind of reporting has no practical significance at all.

During the past six months of work, Wen Chengtu felt that he was almost marginalized. Although he tried his best to move closer to Cen Wugang, this still could not change this embarrassing situation.

Now, the most important thing for him is to change his employment conditions. Only in this way can he make his voice in Mitton. Now, the opportunity has quietly come.

Cen Wugang is deeply rooted in Midong, and Wen Chengtu has not yet regarded him as an opponent's ambition. What's more, based on the current situation, it also determines what his best choice is now. Some people have made mistakes in their work, and Cen Wugang is even more prepared to use this mistake to attack that person, which is consistent with his temporary interests.

However, unlike Cen Wugang's goal, he also has his own goal. This time he came to Midong from above, and his main goal was to achieve a leap.

In addition to waiting with peace of mind, there is another way to make this leap, which is to actively strive for it.

Since Cen Wugang is about to take action, why don’t you go with the flow?

Wen Chengtu believes that if this possibility is placed in front of Cen Wugang, Cen Wugang will definitely choose to cooperate with him. After all, in Cen Wugang's eyes, the rebellious and strong-willed Wang Zijun is not as popular as Cen Wugang's.

After gently knocking on the table, Wen Chengtu called his secretary Liu Jiangang. After saying "You come here, Wen Chengtu quietly waited for Liu Jiangang's arrival.

It took only a minute before Liu Jiangang came to Wen Chengtu. Although this young man was young, in Wen Chengtu's eyes, he was a talented person. He was not only smart, but also very ambitious.

Wen Chengtu has always admired people who are ambitious. In his opinion, as a man, you must be ambitious. Wen Chengtu has never admired people who dare not even express their ambitiousness.

"Secretary Wen." Liu Jiangang stood respectfully beside Wen Chengtu, as if he was waiting for Wen Chengtu's arrangements at any time.

He smiled at Liu Jiangang, and Wen Chengtu said lightly: "Jiangang, how is your relationship with Professor Chen from the Party School?"

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